Greeds and Healing
The sound, soft, shimmering almost was heard, a soft hiss from the person in question before the angel pulled his hands away a soft smile to his lips. "There you are." He mumbled, a finger brushing back black hair of an unconscious woman. "Your prayers are answered. May HE have favor upon you."
He turned, going to leave, slipping free and sliding out of the room with a long, drawn out breath. He'd been busy recently and the variety and severity of the healing spells he had to use was complicated and made him feel old to put it simply. Not to say he wasn't old, but ... Shaking himself out, silver eyes lifted, taking in the form of--
"Mammon."
It sounded as one of surprise before his gaze hardened. "What is it you desire from this place?"
